She also left us some money so that one or two of the nights we could go out to eat. The only problem was that I wouldn't g ET to spend the whole week...with David c because I had three dance classes that David would have to take me to. That wasn't a problem because he had been to a couple of my recitals and knew where the dance place was.The next day was the first of my dance classes. I always got there early and started warming up cause I think the instructor spends too little time with warm-. " Well, your tongue got a workout," Sophia giggled, "and now your dick will." Ah," he laughed.She started moving up and down on top of him, tentatively."This is a wee bit difficult," he said."Is it?" I can't get any leverage so I can't push up at you."She giggled. "That's OK, sweetie, I got these nice strong skater's legs. Just let me find a rhythm." She kept moving up on him, making sure she took full strokes up and down. She found herself a good rhythm, then sped up a bit. He reached up and. " Glen said carrying a basket down to the basement."You mind if I tag along?" Not at all." he replied.I knew my wife was lingering around the corner listening to me when I asked, "Hey, you know that thing we did Sunday? I sure hope I didn't make you feel awkward, but to be honest I really want to do it again. What about you? Would you mind if I sucked your dick again?" Hey man, think what you want but I don't ever mind having my cock sucked. You want to suck me right here?" Here, the laundry. My Dad grabbed my bearded chin and spit toward my mouth.“I don’t give a shit who fucks your turd box, son,” he said. “Just don’t let it get around to my friends.” With that, he pulled a smoke from his pocket, lit it, and went out to the porch, slamming the door. My Mom went up to bed, and I parked my ass on the couch, listening to the TV coming from the bedroom upstairs where my brother Gabe and Napoleon were watching.A couple of weeks after my Dad’s call, he picked me up at the Laredo.